害怕的事情很多
在生活中真的有太多
可是不能因此而卻步
因為有時候
更害怕的是『後悔』
暑假開始了
所以呢？
煩惱也開始了
哦不，為什麼是煩惱？
因為是自找的。
為了收拾而煩惱
為了去玩而煩惱
為了蟲蟲而煩惱
為了室友而煩惱
為了……
煩惱無窮盡
haiz！
理了頭髮
去了福隆
曬了太陽
黑了皮膚
發了脾氣
丟了時間
砸了金錢
賠了精神
有了夢想
這一次……
我還要更努力
不敢規劃真的是因為害怕的事情很多
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
[just sharing]Good essay: What the Modern Woman Wants.
Singapore girl wins Commonwealth essay prize!
You will be amazed at the maturity of this 15-year old girl. It's worthwhile
taking 5 mins to read this essay.
A 15-YEAR-OLD Singaporean, competing against 16- 18-year-olds, has won the top
prize in a writing contest that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries...
In the annual Commonwealth Essay Competition, Amanda Chong of Raffles Girls'
School (Secondary) chose to compete in the older category and won with a piece
on the restlessness of modern life.
Her short story, titled "What The Modern Woman Wants," focused on the conflict
in values between an old lady and her independent-minded daughter.
'Through my story, I attempted to convey the unique East-vs-West struggles and
generation gaps that I felt were characteristic of young people in my country,'
said Amanda, who likes drama, history and literature and wants to become a
lawyer and a politician.
Chief examiner Charles Kemp called her piece a 'powerfully moving and ironical
critique of modern restlessness and its potentially cruel consequences'. The
writing is fluent and assured, with excellent use of dialogue.
Amanda gets (S$1,590). A Singaporean last won the top prize in
2000, said Britain
's Royal Commonwealth Society, which has been organising the
competition since 1883. Singaporeans also came in second in the 14 to
15-year-old category, and fourth in the under-12s. Other winners included
students from Australia , Canada and South Africa.
===================================================
What the Modern Woman Wants...
By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen
The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down
the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be
kidnapped by the wind.
She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seat belt
tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused
fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very
clearly on white, Ma.'
Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile
phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.
'Finance', 'Liquidation', 'Assets', 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and
important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it.
Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was
speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in
disapproval......
'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed
agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured
fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.
'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and
hurled it angrily toward the backseat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the
forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and
handed it to her daughter.
'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin.
'I have a big client in America . There have been a lot of problems.'
The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.
Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was
thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic
look.
The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which
broke the awkward silence.
'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.'
Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her
daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking',
Chinese ones being easily forgotten.
'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to
the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'
Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her
daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.
'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'
The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in
defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost
garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof.
The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main
hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and
reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.
'Ma, I'll wait outside.. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not
bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.
The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down
solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.
'Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years.
Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in
this world could possibly want.
'She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too
clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich
and handsome angmoh man.
'Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she
says... She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except
happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots
while reaping the harvest of success.
'What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room
in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I
affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old
mother. It is my fault.'
The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her
head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of
smoldering ashes.
She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her daughter for
thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the
temple and prayed that it was a son.
Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and
adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband
had ticked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or
carry the family name.
Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her
waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything
she ever wanted.
Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to
depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman,
the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become.
A woman with 'neng kan
'; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman
who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak,
precious pearls would fall out and men would listen.
She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up
and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood.
She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl to one who openly defied
her, calling her laotu, old fashioned.... She wanted her mother to be 'modern',
a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.
Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had
prayed like that. The Gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the
wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and
now she stood faceless with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by
only a string of origami banknotes.
Her daughter had forgotten her mother's value. Her wants were so ephemeral, that
of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques and yet
her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could
find happiness with much less.
When her daughter left the earth, everything she had would count for nothing.
People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman but she would
be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper
convertibles and mansions.
The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers
for her daughter now that she had looked out of the temple gates. She saw her
daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at
the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there –
down.
The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of
beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshiping
porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of
ceramic to fly to her aid?
But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that
she enslaved to and worshiped every day of her life.
Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshiped counted for
nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life
out of her and leave her, an empty souless shell at the altar.
The old woman watched the joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey
stem that was on the danger of collapsing.
Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the
east bone a final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much
that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.
Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter
outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her
daughter's face.
An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants
looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.
They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the
highway, this time not too fast as she had done before.
‘Ma,’ Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been
talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market
is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay us seven million for
it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a
perfect one in Orchard Road
. Once we move into our apartment, we plan to get rid
of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'
The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard.
'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out – but once
the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully
lonely at home and, besides that the apartment is rather small. There won't be
space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for
you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang – it's a Christian home
and a very nice one.'
The old woman did not raise an eyebrow.
'I"ve been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with
gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! Hardly have time for you,
you'd be happier
there. You'd be happier there, really.' her daughter repeated as if to affirm
herself.
This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offering to cling tightly
to, she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from
a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat,
letting her shoulders sag and her fingers trace the white seat.
'Ma,' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is
everything okay?'
What had to be done, had to be done.
'Yes' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,'
she added more quietly.
‘It's for you, Ma! You will be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I
already got the maid to pack your things.'
Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.
'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated.
Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier...
She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of
happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted;
money, status, career, love, power and now freedom without her mother and her
old-fashioned ways to weigh her down...
Yes she was free. Her phone butted urgently, she picked it up and read the
message, still beaming from ear to ear.
'Stock 10% increase.'
Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her and while searching for
the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in
the backseat became invisible and she did not see her in tears.
You will be amazed at the maturity of this 15-year old girl. It's worthwhile
taking 5 mins to read this essay.
A 15-YEAR-OLD Singaporean, competing against 16- 18-year-olds, has won the top
prize in a writing contest that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries...
In the annual Commonwealth Essay Competition, Amanda Chong of Raffles Girls'
School (Secondary) chose to compete in the older category and won with a piece
on the restlessness of modern life.
Her short story, titled "What The Modern Woman Wants," focused on the conflict
in values between an old lady and her independent-minded daughter.
'Through my story, I attempted to convey the unique East-vs-West struggles and
generation gaps that I felt were characteristic of young people in my country,'
said Amanda, who likes drama, history and literature and wants to become a
lawyer and a politician.
Chief examiner Charles Kemp called her piece a 'powerfully moving and ironical
critique of modern restlessness and its potentially cruel consequences'. The
writing is fluent and assured, with excellent use of dialogue.
Amanda gets (S$1,590). A Singaporean last won the top prize in
2000, said Britain
's Royal Commonwealth Society, which has been organising the
competition since 1883. Singaporeans also came in second in the 14 to
15-year-old category, and fourth in the under-12s. Other winners included
students from Australia , Canada and South Africa.
===================================================
What the Modern Woman Wants...
By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen
The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down
the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be
kidnapped by the wind.
She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seat belt
tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused
fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very
clearly on white, Ma.'
Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile
phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.
'Finance', 'Liquidation', 'Assets', 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and
important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it.
Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was
speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in
disapproval......
'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed
agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured
fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.
'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and
hurled it angrily toward the backseat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the
forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and
handed it to her daughter.
'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin.
'I have a big client in America . There have been a lot of problems.'
The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.
Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was
thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic
look.
The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which
broke the awkward silence.
'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.'
Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her
daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking',
Chinese ones being easily forgotten.
'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to
the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'
Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her
daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.
'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'
The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in
defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost
garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof.
The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main
hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and
reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.
'Ma, I'll wait outside.. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not
bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.
The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down
solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.
'Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years.
Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in
this world could possibly want.
'She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too
clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich
and handsome angmoh man.
'Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she
says... She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except
happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots
while reaping the harvest of success.
'What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room
in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I
affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old
mother. It is my fault.'
The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her
head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of
smoldering ashes.
She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her daughter for
thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the
temple and prayed that it was a son.
Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and
adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband
had ticked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or
carry the family name.
Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her
waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything
she ever wanted.
Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to
depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman,
the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become.
A woman with 'neng kan
'; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman
who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak,
precious pearls would fall out and men would listen.
She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up
and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood.
She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl to one who openly defied
her, calling her laotu, old fashioned.... She wanted her mother to be 'modern',
a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.
Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had
prayed like that. The Gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the
wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and
now she stood faceless with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by
only a string of origami banknotes.
Her daughter had forgotten her mother's value. Her wants were so ephemeral, that
of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques and yet
her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could
find happiness with much less.
When her daughter left the earth, everything she had would count for nothing.
People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman but she would
be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper
convertibles and mansions.
The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers
for her daughter now that she had looked out of the temple gates. She saw her
daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at
the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there –
down.
The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of
beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshiping
porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of
ceramic to fly to her aid?
But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that
she enslaved to and worshiped every day of her life.
Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshiped counted for
nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life
out of her and leave her, an empty souless shell at the altar.
The old woman watched the joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey
stem that was on the danger of collapsing.
Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the
east bone a final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much
that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.
Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter
outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her
daughter's face.
An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants
looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.
They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the
highway, this time not too fast as she had done before.
‘Ma,’ Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been
talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market
is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay us seven million for
it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a
perfect one in Orchard Road
. Once we move into our apartment, we plan to get rid
of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'
The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard.
'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out – but once
the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully
lonely at home and, besides that the apartment is rather small. There won't be
space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for
you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang – it's a Christian home
and a very nice one.'
The old woman did not raise an eyebrow.
'I"ve been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with
gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! Hardly have time for you,
you'd be happier
there. You'd be happier there, really.' her daughter repeated as if to affirm
herself.
This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offering to cling tightly
to, she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from
a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat,
letting her shoulders sag and her fingers trace the white seat.
'Ma,' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is
everything okay?'
What had to be done, had to be done.
'Yes' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,'
she added more quietly.
‘It's for you, Ma! You will be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I
already got the maid to pack your things.'
Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.
'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated.
Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier...
She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of
happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted;
money, status, career, love, power and now freedom without her mother and her
old-fashioned ways to weigh her down...
Yes she was free. Her phone butted urgently, she picked it up and read the
message, still beaming from ear to ear.
'Stock 10% increase.'
Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her and while searching for
the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in
the backseat became invisible and she did not see her in tears.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
[日月] 天 會 更 好·屬於我們的考前不眠夜
2011.06.16
這是我們的不眠夜
不把期末擺在眼前的不眠夜
雋彥
曾貞
億佳
艷潔
玉玲
德光
子傑
亮吟
鮮慧
康壯
宗量
坤賢
均豪
怡慧
為了什麼讓我們有個瘋狂的不眠夜
原本的目標已經不重要了
看不見的月全食
看不見的日出
我們不難過
因為
我們看見不一樣的青春！
話說原本是真的打算看月全食
據說全亞洲無論各地都看到，而且這次不看要等7年後
2011.06.16
0220
我們在總圖前面
一群沒耐性的小伙子
打算先去看螢火蟲
 |
| @台大農場…（像有雪花XD） |
螢火蟲是有看到幾隻
月亮說他不熬夜，躲在雲後面睡覺了
於是
我們決定去後山看日出
2011.06.16
0400(+-)
凌晨的台北
在不健康的時間我們一起做很健康的運動：
摸黑爬上福州山公園，到頂端
NON-STOP，開始流汗+喘氣
雋彥像是帶著小孩們的爸爸，走在前面
真的有爸爸的feel，結果大家都叫他爸爸XD
還有可愛的兔子造型手電筒
我們抹黑，真的是看著木製的樓梯，我有點害怕
前面好暗，像是在探險，不知道前面會發生什麼事情
路途中我們停下來拍照
也在擔心，會不會就冒出什麼影子
為什麼年輕人就是年輕人？
毫無計劃的，什麼也沒準備
就這樣夾著人字拖
一群人一起，從小山腳走到了小山頂
我們想要等日出
我也在等，20歲以後在台北看的日出
誰叫這是我滿20以後第一件瘋狂的事情。
其實我們都很累
其實我們還有期末考
其實我們還有很多在排隊的報告
可是我們此時此刻
就在小山頂上打擾2對閃光
然後席地而休息、聊天……
就這樣，天還是在毫不察覺的情況下亮了。
此時此刻
2011.06.16
0500(+-)
從天黑到天亮
我們……
對
是瘋狂的我們
看不見日出的過程
天在不知不覺中亮了。
早安，台北。
才5點多。
我想起遠方的馬來西亞，
這時候大概鄉下的人已經起床
或是伊斯蘭教徒也起床準備做功課了。
我們還是決定在合影後
下山面對期末的現實
沒有辦法
瘋狂只是為了展現青春和熱血
但正因為我們的青春也不是只為了玩
我們還要學習、考試
一整夜沒睡覺
很明顯，我的臉寫著：累
貞，你在幹嘛呢？哈
下山之前
為了讓我們的瘋狂、熱血、青春
更有朝氣和力量
我們一起為自己打氣
期末
加油加油加油！
我們要回宿舍咯！
總覺得這張照片會說話
他在告訴我們
這班熱血的青年
他們是可愛俏皮有活力的大一聯
說好的月全市、日出都看不到
沒關係
我們看見了我們的青春！
真的～
買不到新鮮的台大牛奶沒關係
爆肝了，也沒關係
那股熱血
在我們的體內來回串流著
也流到了FB來
先是宗量，再來是艷潔、子傑、玉玲、德光……
還有我：
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
2×10
從去年的生日開始，似乎就已經註定了，接下來的幾年，我都沒辦法在家裡過生日。
這就是成長吧，漸漸的，我也想一直以來聽到的那樣：長大後就不會特別在乎自己要怎麼過生日了，我真的沒想太多，我知道以前我甚至會埋怨，為什麼我的生日總在開學日的附近，弟弟的生日總是在假期。幼稚吧？呵
2011年06月12日很晚的晚上
我是有點不甘願的，赴約了
在我“received”完畢家人給我的生日禮物後赴約了
那時，我告訴嘉寧，如果不是很多人懂我的宿舍，我大概就不會出門了XD
結果，我就在小小福，準備 喂蚊子
子傑一句破梗+很不大一聯style的幫傑康慶生，我真的覺得大一聯好可愛。
雋彥叫大家去吃宵夜的時候，我已經想落跑了，哈。
反正我也不想吃宵夜，再說隔天早上8點上課……:P
哈哈，跟他們去的結果，是有夠白痴啦，真的，身為白痴一個，所以是有被suprise到！^^
就在難得凌晨真的冷清了的羅斯福路上……
就在公館捷運2號出口那邊的行人天橋……
『怡慧 !!! （生日歌）』
哈哈，我當下第一感覺不是感動列，怎麼辦？我竟然覺得『囧』
哈哈……億佳在我耳邊說：很浪漫列，上面的（天橋上）找一個嫁掉他……
再一次：囧……
好啦，謝謝白痴的大一聯，讓也不錯白痴的我在囧完之後有感動+開心到
天橋上的慶生……真的還不錯，誰想的呢？該不會是你們看太多這種給驚喜的影片了吧？
雨秋：這個是plan 4
坤賢：這個蛋糕經過了4個交通燈
…………………………………………
所以呢？/.\
我的錯我的錯，我太早出現了……
哈，還不錯，這是一個非常有創意、非常excited、非常平安的慶生，雖然我不吹蠟燭，而吹lighter……XD（其實我不想許願……不懂為什麼T^T）
謝謝大一聯，謝謝你們！
回到宿舍，打開電腦，notifications很多，我沒理，我想看的是沒到12點不能開的video……
謝謝弘弘，你加油吧！
再來是看到億欣放在我的wall的video，這個嘛……完全就是催淚！
謝謝09年S3C2同學和老師的祝福……超感動啦！
前面不懂那個笨蛋把我的自拍照片全部擺出來，讓我抓狂似的尖叫
然後接下來就是瘋狂的大哭……怎麼辦，精神分裂了。
凌晨在宿舍這樣做，真的只差沒被投訴。
好啦，還是忍不住，忍不住reply一些生日祝福再睡覺。
晉揚竟然是第一個XD
我這次是滿堅持不按like，除非真的很特別，像是舜泰學長……
誰叫他叫我不要宅面子書，Blekk～
還有我覺得我看到很suprise的我也有按贊，像是親戚的、傑浩還有白鯊的傑翹學長等等XD
還有朋友說他代表馬來西亞2.8億人口祝福我……
還有朋友說他跟林宇中一起祝福我……
哈哈……不過只有2個人用bhs melayu，哈哈XD
無論如何約226個面子書上的祝福，謝謝！真的kamsiah啦～
是有一些人的沒等到，有點小失望，可是算了，這種事情何必介意呢！
謝謝思城很msia人的在凌晨sms祝福，自從有了FB，就沒什麼人sms了，更不用說我現在人在台灣……><
還有msn上面的祝福（廣傑），還有可愛的evvone，在fb上……很多很多很多次的一直說happy birthday……可愛的朋友=】
謝謝亮吟特地為我寫一篇部落格。
謝謝康壯、嘉穎+愛君的禮物，都很重，真的很重的禮物。
謝謝易均、詩好的卡片。
謝謝光森的巧克力。
謝謝爸爸媽媽的卡片還有阿森哥哥的卡片。
最後一個，為什麼要留到最後呢？因為白痴的慶生開頭了，當然也要有白痴的結尾XD
謝謝魚哥哥的海綿蛋糕，不是海綿寶寶啊，是海綿蛋糕，蠟燭是『空』因為道家說萬物皆空XD
超開心的列，魚哥哥的驚喜，哈哈！
啊……謝謝大家啦。好開心。
還有謝謝6月14日，和易均一起早早離開可是去Nassas吃的壽星午餐。
一個在忙碌於壓力夾雜中度過的20歲生日，老實說，我真的沒有因為有很多很多朋友為我慶祝而很很開心，我是開心，可是因為少了家人，真的，說真的有點空空的。
我只希望，只希望，每天都能開開心心的，然後都順順利利的。
真的好累，雖然不想折磨自己，可是無意中折磨自己。
告訴自己，又長大了，知足常樂，活在當下並且要懂得度身而衣，加油=]
不知道自己還有多少個20年，也不知道下一個生日是怎麼度過，所以很開心今年的生日有你們，我……希望就簡簡單單就好。
Sunday, June 12, 2011
忙裡偷閒的周末（6/3—6/6）
難得周末的時間可以讓自己離開房間，不是要感謝老師沒給報告、作業，而是要感謝我自己懂得選擇暫時性的放下，我不願意繼續折磨自己，在難得還能讓我離開房間的時候，不到外面走走，難道等晚上睡覺時候做夢嗎？哦不，愛玩的本性使我做不到。
也因為周六是學校的畢業典禮，加上太陽看到學長姐畢業超開心然後笑的超級燦爛，整個給人的感覺就是適合外出，只是……嗯，會融化。
一連串讓人很HI的活動從星期五中午開始……
中午好開心因為是端午節的午餐聚會……
我沒有很喜歡吃粽子，不過第一次身在異鄉過節，我是覺得無論如何要去應景一下啦～
雖然中間一直被“暗示”弄到我幾無奈一下……
藝術季!!!
聽說每年都會有的藝術季大遊行，都是很熱鬧的，今年想說就來support下學姐。
我沒有看全程，可是還是覺得當個很HI的路人很開心……
和艷潔、德光、義凱一起，then遇到別的學長姐like子俊、俊明、琳琳&室友們、還有貝平麗和巧麗…………還有很多路人，感覺真的很熱鬧！
啊～大頭、pauline、慧雯他們很sok啊～靚女到~~~～～～!!！！
最嚇人的是幃傑……@@
幃傑，你還好嗎…？你的形像你的打扮我差點就認不出啦，而且那天你超HI的！不過你的表現很棒啦，要加油啦，聽說你等這一天等了好久誒……XD
很贊！（老師說這次很俗氣）
然後晚餐一起去女九吃，我的媽呀，好新鮮的晚餐組合XD
大一足球隊+琳琳、子俊、艷潔&我……
過後，很隨性的，我就這樣跟琳琳去了師大買不會死的花而，要送給台馬足球隊的畢業學長姐
結果……我竟然笨笨的、傻傻的、ngong ngong的，pk了……><
paiseih，嚇到琳琳，不過我其實習慣跌倒了，只是我知道回家洗澡會很刺激XD
結果因為很臨時，所以花的顏色……有點……哈哈是有點geli啦～
回到宿舍，我還要簡單的寫卡片……
星期六，是放晴的一天，太陽的熱情只叫人要融化！
一早，就去總圖等待和學長姐拍畢業照！
啊，快融化了，也沒什麼好說的，看照片吧><
當然還有很多很多很多……
一人一架相機，你看裡面有多少人吧，然後又有很多組合
什麼鯊、什麼同學會、什麼系……bla bla bla……
你說呢？不融化都不行……
過後還去了中文系的播穗典禮，跟中文系的學長姐合照咯！
晚上還去看雨秋的大一製作公演……不錯啦！
不過我還是比較喜歡animation、笑片、武俠片……呵呵，這種有點玄的，常看我會瘋掉。
過後的宵夜時光……有時很歡樂。
整天宵夜，不肥才怪！
好忙XD
星期天的循中會大請假了XD
不過晚上的送舊還是乖乖的出席了，雖然有點汲水，可是還蠻不錯啦！
回來就和zhafit他們去看螢火蟲，同行的還有仁靜、德光和義凱XD
哈哈，聽說台大農場有哦，有點不可思議，於是就覺得去一探究竟～
我們闖入農場裡，還真的看到了螢火蟲！
雖然，雖然沒有kuala Selangor看到的多、也沒有在lanjut看到的漂亮
可是我真的不會忘記這個晚上，我在喧嘩的台北、台大裡發現小小的螢火蟲的那種喜悅！
雖然很少，也沒有很亮很大隻，可是看到第一隻的時候，我們都很興奮，差點要尖叫了！
接著，陸陸續續發現了不少螢火蟲……
zhafit真的跟螢火蟲好像臭氣相投一樣，一捉就捉到了，然後偷偷拍照……
德光就很白痴的好像在捕蝴蝶一樣><”
逗留了一陣子，我們就到生態池，還發現了那隻常在校園碰到的鳥
安安的星空地下，我們盡聊些廢話+作弄那隻鳥（不是我）
哈哈……歡愉的夜晚
這樣餵蚊子，我們也可以餵到1點多，雋彥來了，我們又再一次去看螢火蟲……
哦對了，我說，調虎離山不是人的專利，動物也會XD
真的很搞笑啦～
看了螢火蟲，還去吃宵夜，我2點多才回到宿舍XD
結果……星期一的端午節假期……
就是那種在混沌的狀態下度過的……
是做完了一些作業沒錯……哈哈哈……我真的很厲害浪費時間T^T
也因為周六是學校的畢業典禮，加上太陽看到學長姐畢業超開心然後笑的超級燦爛，整個給人的感覺就是適合外出，只是……嗯，會融化。
一連串讓人很HI的活動從星期五中午開始……
中午好開心因為是端午節的午餐聚會……
我沒有很喜歡吃粽子，不過第一次身在異鄉過節，我是覺得無論如何要去應景一下啦～
雖然中間一直被“暗示”弄到我幾無奈一下……
藝術季!!!
聽說每年都會有的藝術季大遊行，都是很熱鬧的，今年想說就來support下學姐。
我沒有看全程，可是還是覺得當個很HI的路人很開心……
和艷潔、德光、義凱一起，then遇到別的學長姐like子俊、俊明、琳琳&室友們、還有貝平麗和巧麗…………還有很多路人，感覺真的很熱鬧！
啊～大頭、pauline、慧雯他們很sok啊～靚女到~~~～～～!!！！
最嚇人的是幃傑……@@
幃傑，你還好嗎…？你的形像你的打扮我差點就認不出啦，而且那天你超HI的！不過你的表現很棒啦，要加油啦，聽說你等這一天等了好久誒……XD
很贊！（老師說這次很俗氣）
然後晚餐一起去女九吃，我的媽呀，好新鮮的晚餐組合XD
大一足球隊+琳琳、子俊、艷潔&我……
過後，很隨性的，我就這樣跟琳琳去了師大買不會死的花而，要送給台馬足球隊的畢業學長姐
結果……我竟然笨笨的、傻傻的、ngong ngong的，pk了……><
paiseih，嚇到琳琳，不過我其實習慣跌倒了，只是我知道回家洗澡會很刺激XD
結果因為很臨時，所以花的顏色……有點……哈哈是有點geli啦～
回到宿舍，我還要簡單的寫卡片……
星期六，是放晴的一天，太陽的熱情只叫人要融化！
一早，就去總圖等待和學長姐拍畢業照！
啊，快融化了，也沒什麼好說的，看照片吧><
一人一架相機，你看裡面有多少人吧，然後又有很多組合
什麼鯊、什麼同學會、什麼系……bla bla bla……
你說呢？不融化都不行……
過後還去了中文系的播穗典禮，跟中文系的學長姐合照咯！
不過我還是比較喜歡animation、笑片、武俠片……呵呵，這種有點玄的，常看我會瘋掉。
過後的宵夜時光……有時很歡樂。
整天宵夜，不肥才怪！
好忙XD
星期天的循中會大請假了XD
不過晚上的送舊還是乖乖的出席了，雖然有點汲水，可是還蠻不錯啦！
回來就和zhafit他們去看螢火蟲，同行的還有仁靜、德光和義凱XD
哈哈，聽說台大農場有哦，有點不可思議，於是就覺得去一探究竟～
我們闖入農場裡，還真的看到了螢火蟲！
雖然，雖然沒有kuala Selangor看到的多、也沒有在lanjut看到的漂亮
可是我真的不會忘記這個晚上，我在喧嘩的台北、台大裡發現小小的螢火蟲的那種喜悅！
雖然很少，也沒有很亮很大隻，可是看到第一隻的時候，我們都很興奮，差點要尖叫了！
接著，陸陸續續發現了不少螢火蟲……
zhafit真的跟螢火蟲好像臭氣相投一樣，一捉就捉到了，然後偷偷拍照……
德光就很白痴的好像在捕蝴蝶一樣><”
逗留了一陣子，我們就到生態池，還發現了那隻常在校園碰到的鳥
安安的星空地下，我們盡聊些廢話+作弄那隻鳥（不是我）
哈哈……歡愉的夜晚
這樣餵蚊子，我們也可以餵到1點多，雋彥來了，我們又再一次去看螢火蟲……
哦對了，我說，調虎離山不是人的專利，動物也會XD
真的很搞笑啦～
看了螢火蟲，還去吃宵夜，我2點多才回到宿舍XD
結果……星期一的端午節假期……
就是那種在混沌的狀態下度過的……
是做完了一些作業沒錯……哈哈哈……我真的很厲害浪費時間T^T
Friday, June 3, 2011
能者多勞...?!
想說，等下課之後才寫，可是還是決定寧願遲到，也要把這一刻的想法寫下來。
能者多勞
能者的定義為何？
我不知道，但我從來不講自己定義為『能者』
不是不相信自己，總覺得目前的自己很多事情做不好
或許還是那一刻比較的心理
我會覺得，好多人的好多能力還需要自己去學習
『能者』……（笑），不是我。
哈哈，想寫這一篇部落格的原因在於矛盾的心裡。
昨晚循人同學會的會長找我聊，希望我能接受來接會長提名……
Hmmm，坦白地說，我的滿腦子就是『Impossible』『怎麼可能是我』的想法。
我按著良心說話，我對著同學會的感情只屬於還好
幾乎沒什麼活躍於同學會的活動，竟然有人想到我，實在太不可思議了！
從迎新開始，我大概只出席過1、2次聚餐+上次的運動會而已咯
話說我連學長姐也幾乎都不認識……
娃哈哈，我好沒歸屬感。
一開始我就拒絕了，因為……嗯。
好啦，我或許可以稍微明白現在的情況
面臨沒有人願意接受提名，大概就需要這樣地毯式的搜尋、詢問
同學會可能面臨被託管的命運，就算我對他沒什麼感情也會覺得錯愕、可惜
這是一個沒有人希望會發生的事情
拒絕，好像在此時此刻成了見死不救的決定。
除了礙於自認能力不足之外，
我覺得就算我人再好，也好像不太應該為了它，然後熱心的扛下所有的東西
話說回來，我選擇做壞人。
Paiseih，真的。
我對自己接下來大二的學習生活，雖然沒有明確的規劃，但是有對自己的一個預設。
由於目標相當的大，我也不好說，只能說希望自己學得更多，然後能顧好來。
就連自己接下台馬幹事會其中一員的舉動，也讓自己覺得自己好勇敢
以我的能力，自認，沒辦法再去兼顧更多啦
我還學不會妥善的管理時間，我還沒有所謂的擔當。哈哈！
所以，我說不要。
希望真的有心人能站出來解圍吧。
要不然看到這同學會就這樣被改寫命運，真的……
就算是路人，也會覺得可惜。
對自己的想法，其實還是有所保留，只因為不希望會帶來任何一方的不舒服。
尤其是對於這同學會為何如此不活躍
我只是對事，不對人，但或多或少，心情會被影響。
真的paisieh……我也不懂還能把什麼大聲地說出來了。
加油吧=]
能者多勞
能者的定義為何？
我不知道，但我從來不講自己定義為『能者』
不是不相信自己，總覺得目前的自己很多事情做不好
或許還是那一刻比較的心理
我會覺得，好多人的好多能力還需要自己去學習
『能者』……（笑），不是我。
哈哈，想寫這一篇部落格的原因在於矛盾的心裡。
昨晚循人同學會的會長找我聊，希望我能接受來接會長提名……
Hmmm，坦白地說，我的滿腦子就是『Impossible』『怎麼可能是我』的想法。
我按著良心說話，我對著同學會的感情只屬於還好
幾乎沒什麼活躍於同學會的活動，竟然有人想到我，實在太不可思議了！
從迎新開始，我大概只出席過1、2次聚餐+上次的運動會而已咯
話說我連學長姐也幾乎都不認識……
娃哈哈，我好沒歸屬感。
一開始我就拒絕了，因為……嗯。
好啦，我或許可以稍微明白現在的情況
面臨沒有人願意接受提名，大概就需要這樣地毯式的搜尋、詢問
同學會可能面臨被託管的命運，就算我對他沒什麼感情也會覺得錯愕、可惜
這是一個沒有人希望會發生的事情
拒絕，好像在此時此刻成了見死不救的決定。
除了礙於自認能力不足之外，
我覺得就算我人再好，也好像不太應該為了它，然後熱心的扛下所有的東西
話說回來，我選擇做壞人。
Paiseih，真的。
我對自己接下來大二的學習生活，雖然沒有明確的規劃，但是有對自己的一個預設。
由於目標相當的大，我也不好說，只能說希望自己學得更多，然後能顧好來。
就連自己接下台馬幹事會其中一員的舉動，也讓自己覺得自己好勇敢
以我的能力，自認，沒辦法再去兼顧更多啦
我還學不會妥善的管理時間，我還沒有所謂的擔當。哈哈！
所以，我說不要。
希望真的有心人能站出來解圍吧。
要不然看到這同學會就這樣被改寫命運，真的……
就算是路人，也會覺得可惜。
對自己的想法，其實還是有所保留，只因為不希望會帶來任何一方的不舒服。
尤其是對於這同學會為何如此不活躍
我只是對事，不對人，但或多或少，心情會被影響。
真的paisieh……我也不懂還能把什麼大聲地說出來了。
加油吧=]
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Tuesday, June 28, 2011
害怕的事
害怕的事情很多
在生活中真的有太多
可是不能因此而卻步
因為有時候
更害怕的是『後悔』
暑假開始了
所以呢？
煩惱也開始了
哦不，為什麼是煩惱？
因為是自找的。
為了收拾而煩惱
為了去玩而煩惱
為了蟲蟲而煩惱
為了室友而煩惱
為了……
煩惱無窮盡
haiz！
理了頭髮
去了福隆
曬了太陽
黑了皮膚
發了脾氣
丟了時間
砸了金錢
賠了精神
有了夢想
這一次……
我還要更努力
不敢規劃真的是因為害怕的事情很多
在生活中真的有太多
可是不能因此而卻步
因為有時候
更害怕的是『後悔』
暑假開始了
所以呢？
煩惱也開始了
哦不，為什麼是煩惱？
因為是自找的。
為了收拾而煩惱
為了去玩而煩惱
為了蟲蟲而煩惱
為了室友而煩惱
為了……
煩惱無窮盡
haiz！
理了頭髮
去了福隆
曬了太陽
黑了皮膚
發了脾氣
丟了時間
砸了金錢
賠了精神
有了夢想
這一次……
我還要更努力
不敢規劃真的是因為害怕的事情很多
Sunday, June 19, 2011
[just sharing]Good essay: What the Modern Woman Wants.
Singapore girl wins Commonwealth essay prize!
You will be amazed at the maturity of this 15-year old girl. It's worthwhile
taking 5 mins to read this essay.
A 15-YEAR-OLD Singaporean, competing against 16- 18-year-olds, has won the top
prize in a writing contest that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries...
In the annual Commonwealth Essay Competition, Amanda Chong of Raffles Girls'
School (Secondary) chose to compete in the older category and won with a piece
on the restlessness of modern life.
Her short story, titled "What The Modern Woman Wants," focused on the conflict
in values between an old lady and her independent-minded daughter.
'Through my story, I attempted to convey the unique East-vs-West struggles and
generation gaps that I felt were characteristic of young people in my country,'
said Amanda, who likes drama, history and literature and wants to become a
lawyer and a politician.
Chief examiner Charles Kemp called her piece a 'powerfully moving and ironical
critique of modern restlessness and its potentially cruel consequences'. The
writing is fluent and assured, with excellent use of dialogue.
Amanda gets (S$1,590). A Singaporean last won the top prize in
2000, said Britain
's Royal Commonwealth Society, which has been organising the
competition since 1883. Singaporeans also came in second in the 14 to
15-year-old category, and fourth in the under-12s. Other winners included
students from Australia , Canada and South Africa.
===================================================
What the Modern Woman Wants...
By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen
The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down
the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be
kidnapped by the wind.
She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seat belt
tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused
fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very
clearly on white, Ma.'
Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile
phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.
'Finance', 'Liquidation', 'Assets', 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and
important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it.
Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was
speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in
disapproval......
'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed
agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured
fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.
'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and
hurled it angrily toward the backseat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the
forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and
handed it to her daughter.
'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin.
'I have a big client in America . There have been a lot of problems.'
The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.
Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was
thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic
look.
The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which
broke the awkward silence.
'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.'
Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her
daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking',
Chinese ones being easily forgotten.
'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to
the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'
Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her
daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.
'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'
The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in
defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost
garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof.
The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main
hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and
reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.
'Ma, I'll wait outside.. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not
bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.
The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down
solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.
'Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years.
Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in
this world could possibly want.
'She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too
clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich
and handsome angmoh man.
'Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she
says... She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except
happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots
while reaping the harvest of success.
'What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room
in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I
affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old
mother. It is my fault.'
The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her
head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of
smoldering ashes.
She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her daughter for
thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the
temple and prayed that it was a son.
Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and
adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband
had ticked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or
carry the family name.
Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her
waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything
she ever wanted.
Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to
depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman,
the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become.
A woman with 'neng kan
'; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman
who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak,
precious pearls would fall out and men would listen.
She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up
and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood.
She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl to one who openly defied
her, calling her laotu, old fashioned.... She wanted her mother to be 'modern',
a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.
Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had
prayed like that. The Gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the
wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and
now she stood faceless with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by
only a string of origami banknotes.
Her daughter had forgotten her mother's value. Her wants were so ephemeral, that
of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques and yet
her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could
find happiness with much less.
When her daughter left the earth, everything she had would count for nothing.
People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman but she would
be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper
convertibles and mansions.
The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers
for her daughter now that she had looked out of the temple gates. She saw her
daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at
the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there –
down.
The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of
beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshiping
porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of
ceramic to fly to her aid?
But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that
she enslaved to and worshiped every day of her life.
Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshiped counted for
nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life
out of her and leave her, an empty souless shell at the altar.
The old woman watched the joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey
stem that was on the danger of collapsing.
Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the
east bone a final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much
that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.
Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter
outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her
daughter's face.
An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants
looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.
They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the
highway, this time not too fast as she had done before.
‘Ma,’ Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been
talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market
is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay us seven million for
it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a
perfect one in Orchard Road
. Once we move into our apartment, we plan to get rid
of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'
The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard.
'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out – but once
the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully
lonely at home and, besides that the apartment is rather small. There won't be
space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for
you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang – it's a Christian home
and a very nice one.'
The old woman did not raise an eyebrow.
'I"ve been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with
gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! Hardly have time for you,
you'd be happier
there. You'd be happier there, really.' her daughter repeated as if to affirm
herself.
This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offering to cling tightly
to, she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from
a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat,
letting her shoulders sag and her fingers trace the white seat.
'Ma,' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is
everything okay?'
What had to be done, had to be done.
'Yes' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,'
she added more quietly.
‘It's for you, Ma! You will be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I
already got the maid to pack your things.'
Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.
'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated.
Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier...
She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of
happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted;
money, status, career, love, power and now freedom without her mother and her
old-fashioned ways to weigh her down...
Yes she was free. Her phone butted urgently, she picked it up and read the
message, still beaming from ear to ear.
'Stock 10% increase.'
Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her and while searching for
the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in
the backseat became invisible and she did not see her in tears.
You will be amazed at the maturity of this 15-year old girl. It's worthwhile
taking 5 mins to read this essay.
A 15-YEAR-OLD Singaporean, competing against 16- 18-year-olds, has won the top
prize in a writing contest that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries...
In the annual Commonwealth Essay Competition, Amanda Chong of Raffles Girls'
School (Secondary) chose to compete in the older category and won with a piece
on the restlessness of modern life.
Her short story, titled "What The Modern Woman Wants," focused on the conflict
in values between an old lady and her independent-minded daughter.
'Through my story, I attempted to convey the unique East-vs-West struggles and
generation gaps that I felt were characteristic of young people in my country,'
said Amanda, who likes drama, history and literature and wants to become a
lawyer and a politician.
Chief examiner Charles Kemp called her piece a 'powerfully moving and ironical
critique of modern restlessness and its potentially cruel consequences'. The
writing is fluent and assured, with excellent use of dialogue.
Amanda gets (S$1,590). A Singaporean last won the top prize in
2000, said Britain
's Royal Commonwealth Society, which has been organising the
competition since 1883. Singaporeans also came in second in the 14 to
15-year-old category, and fourth in the under-12s. Other winners included
students from Australia , Canada and South Africa.
===================================================
What the Modern Woman Wants...
By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen
The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down
the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be
kidnapped by the wind.
She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seat belt
tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused
fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very
clearly on white, Ma.'
Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile
phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.
'Finance', 'Liquidation', 'Assets', 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and
important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it.
Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was
speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in
disapproval......
'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed
agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured
fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.
'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and
hurled it angrily toward the backseat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the
forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and
handed it to her daughter.
'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin.
'I have a big client in America . There have been a lot of problems.'
The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.
Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was
thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic
look.
The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which
broke the awkward silence.
'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.'
Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her
daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking',
Chinese ones being easily forgotten.
'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to
the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'
Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her
daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.
'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'
The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in
defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost
garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof.
The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main
hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and
reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.
'Ma, I'll wait outside.. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not
bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.
The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down
solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.
'Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years.
Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in
this world could possibly want.
'She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too
clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich
and handsome angmoh man.
'Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she
says... She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except
happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots
while reaping the harvest of success.
'What you see is not true, she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room
in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I
affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old
mother. It is my fault.'
The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her
head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of
smoldering ashes.
She bowed once more. The old woman had been praying for her daughter for
thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the
temple and prayed that it was a son.
Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and
adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband
had ticked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or
carry the family name.
Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her
waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything
she ever wanted.
Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to
depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman,
the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become.
A woman with 'neng kan
'; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman
who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak,
precious pearls would fall out and men would listen.
She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up
and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood.
She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl to one who openly defied
her, calling her laotu, old fashioned.... She wanted her mother to be 'modern',
a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.
Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had
prayed like that. The Gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the
wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and
now she stood faceless with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by
only a string of origami banknotes.
Her daughter had forgotten her mother's value. Her wants were so ephemeral, that
of a modern woman. Power, wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques and yet
her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could
find happiness with much less.
When her daughter left the earth, everything she had would count for nothing.
People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman but she would
be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper
convertibles and mansions.
The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers
for her daughter now that she had looked out of the temple gates. She saw her
daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at
the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there –
down.
The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of
beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshiping
porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of
ceramic to fly to her aid?
But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that
she enslaved to and worshiped every day of her life.
Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshiped counted for
nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life
out of her and leave her, an empty souless shell at the altar.
The old woman watched the joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey
stem that was on the danger of collapsing.
Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the
east bone a final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much
that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.
Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter
outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her
daughter's face.
An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants
looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.
They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the
highway, this time not too fast as she had done before.
‘Ma,’ Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been
talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market
is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay us seven million for
it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a
perfect one in Orchard Road
. Once we move into our apartment, we plan to get rid
of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'
The old woman nodded knowingly. Bee Choo swallowed hard.
'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out – but once
the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully
lonely at home and, besides that the apartment is rather small. There won't be
space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for
you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang – it's a Christian home
and a very nice one.'
The old woman did not raise an eyebrow.
'I"ve been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with
gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! Hardly have time for you,
you'd be happier
there. You'd be happier there, really.' her daughter repeated as if to affirm
herself.
This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offering to cling tightly
to, she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from
a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat,
letting her shoulders sag and her fingers trace the white seat.
'Ma,' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is
everything okay?'
What had to be done, had to be done.
'Yes' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,'
she added more quietly.
‘It's for you, Ma! You will be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I
already got the maid to pack your things.'
Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda.
'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated.
Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier...
She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of
happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted;
money, status, career, love, power and now freedom without her mother and her
old-fashioned ways to weigh her down...
Yes she was free. Her phone butted urgently, she picked it up and read the
message, still beaming from ear to ear.
'Stock 10% increase.'
Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her and while searching for
the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in
the backseat became invisible and she did not see her in tears.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
[日月] 天 會 更 好·屬於我們的考前不眠夜
2011.06.16
這是我們的不眠夜
不把期末擺在眼前的不眠夜
雋彥
曾貞
億佳
艷潔
玉玲
德光
子傑
亮吟
鮮慧
康壯
宗量
坤賢
均豪
怡慧
為了什麼讓我們有個瘋狂的不眠夜
原本的目標已經不重要了
看不見的月全食
看不見的日出
我們不難過
因為
我們看見不一樣的青春！
話說原本是真的打算看月全食
據說全亞洲無論各地都看到，而且這次不看要等7年後
2011.06.16
0220
我們在總圖前面
一群沒耐性的小伙子
打算先去看螢火蟲
|
| @台大農場…（像有雪花XD） |
螢火蟲是有看到幾隻
月亮說他不熬夜，躲在雲後面睡覺了
於是
我們決定去後山看日出
2011.06.16
0400(+-)
凌晨的台北
在不健康的時間我們一起做很健康的運動：
摸黑爬上福州山公園，到頂端
NON-STOP，開始流汗+喘氣
雋彥像是帶著小孩們的爸爸，走在前面
真的有爸爸的feel，結果大家都叫他爸爸XD
還有可愛的兔子造型手電筒
我們抹黑，真的是看著木製的樓梯，我有點害怕
前面好暗，像是在探險，不知道前面會發生什麼事情
路途中我們停下來拍照
也在擔心，會不會就冒出什麼影子
為什麼年輕人就是年輕人？
毫無計劃的，什麼也沒準備
就這樣夾著人字拖
一群人一起，從小山腳走到了小山頂
我們想要等日出
我也在等，20歲以後在台北看的日出
誰叫這是我滿20以後第一件瘋狂的事情。
其實我們都很累
其實我們還有期末考
其實我們還有很多在排隊的報告
可是我們此時此刻
就在小山頂上打擾2對閃光
然後席地而休息、聊天……
就這樣，天還是在毫不察覺的情況下亮了。
此時此刻
2011.06.16
0500(+-)
從天黑到天亮
我們……
對
是瘋狂的我們
看不見日出的過程
天在不知不覺中亮了。
早安，台北。
才5點多。
我想起遠方的馬來西亞，
這時候大概鄉下的人已經起床
或是伊斯蘭教徒也起床準備做功課了。
我們還是決定在合影後
下山面對期末的現實
沒有辦法
瘋狂只是為了展現青春和熱血
但正因為我們的青春也不是只為了玩
我們還要學習、考試
一整夜沒睡覺
很明顯，我的臉寫著：累
貞，你在幹嘛呢？哈
下山之前
為了讓我們的瘋狂、熱血、青春
更有朝氣和力量
我們一起為自己打氣
期末
加油加油加油！
我們要回宿舍咯！
總覺得這張照片會說話
他在告訴我們
這班熱血的青年
他們是可愛俏皮有活力的大一聯
說好的月全市、日出都看不到
沒關係
我們看見了我們的青春！
真的～
買不到新鮮的台大牛奶沒關係
爆肝了，也沒關係
那股熱血
在我們的體內來回串流著
也流到了FB來
先是宗量，再來是艷潔、子傑、玉玲、德光……
還有我：
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
2×10
從去年的生日開始，似乎就已經註定了，接下來的幾年，我都沒辦法在家裡過生日。
這就是成長吧，漸漸的，我也想一直以來聽到的那樣：長大後就不會特別在乎自己要怎麼過生日了，我真的沒想太多，我知道以前我甚至會埋怨，為什麼我的生日總在開學日的附近，弟弟的生日總是在假期。幼稚吧？呵
2011年06月12日很晚的晚上
我是有點不甘願的，赴約了
在我“received”完畢家人給我的生日禮物後赴約了
那時，我告訴嘉寧，如果不是很多人懂我的宿舍，我大概就不會出門了XD
結果，我就在小小福，準備 喂蚊子
子傑一句破梗+很不大一聯style的幫傑康慶生，我真的覺得大一聯好可愛。
雋彥叫大家去吃宵夜的時候，我已經想落跑了，哈。
反正我也不想吃宵夜，再說隔天早上8點上課……:P
哈哈，跟他們去的結果，是有夠白痴啦，真的，身為白痴一個，所以是有被suprise到！^^
就在難得凌晨真的冷清了的羅斯福路上……
就在公館捷運2號出口那邊的行人天橋……
『怡慧 !!! （生日歌）』
哈哈，我當下第一感覺不是感動列，怎麼辦？我竟然覺得『囧』
哈哈……億佳在我耳邊說：很浪漫列，上面的（天橋上）找一個嫁掉他……
再一次：囧……
好啦，謝謝白痴的大一聯，讓也不錯白痴的我在囧完之後有感動+開心到
天橋上的慶生……真的還不錯，誰想的呢？該不會是你們看太多這種給驚喜的影片了吧？
雨秋：這個是plan 4
坤賢：這個蛋糕經過了4個交通燈
…………………………………………
所以呢？/.\
我的錯我的錯，我太早出現了……
哈，還不錯，這是一個非常有創意、非常excited、非常平安的慶生，雖然我不吹蠟燭，而吹lighter……XD（其實我不想許願……不懂為什麼T^T）
謝謝大一聯，謝謝你們！
回到宿舍，打開電腦，notifications很多，我沒理，我想看的是沒到12點不能開的video……
謝謝弘弘，你加油吧！
再來是看到億欣放在我的wall的video，這個嘛……完全就是催淚！
謝謝09年S3C2同學和老師的祝福……超感動啦！
前面不懂那個笨蛋把我的自拍照片全部擺出來，讓我抓狂似的尖叫
然後接下來就是瘋狂的大哭……怎麼辦，精神分裂了。
凌晨在宿舍這樣做，真的只差沒被投訴。
好啦，還是忍不住，忍不住reply一些生日祝福再睡覺。
晉揚竟然是第一個XD
我這次是滿堅持不按like，除非真的很特別，像是舜泰學長……
誰叫他叫我不要宅面子書，Blekk～
還有我覺得我看到很suprise的我也有按贊，像是親戚的、傑浩還有白鯊的傑翹學長等等XD
還有朋友說他代表馬來西亞2.8億人口祝福我……
還有朋友說他跟林宇中一起祝福我……
哈哈……不過只有2個人用bhs melayu，哈哈XD
無論如何約226個面子書上的祝福，謝謝！真的kamsiah啦～
是有一些人的沒等到，有點小失望，可是算了，這種事情何必介意呢！
謝謝思城很msia人的在凌晨sms祝福，自從有了FB，就沒什麼人sms了，更不用說我現在人在台灣……><
還有msn上面的祝福（廣傑），還有可愛的evvone，在fb上……很多很多很多次的一直說happy birthday……可愛的朋友=】
謝謝亮吟特地為我寫一篇部落格。
謝謝康壯、嘉穎+愛君的禮物，都很重，真的很重的禮物。
謝謝易均、詩好的卡片。
謝謝光森的巧克力。
謝謝爸爸媽媽的卡片還有阿森哥哥的卡片。
最後一個，為什麼要留到最後呢？因為白痴的慶生開頭了，當然也要有白痴的結尾XD
謝謝魚哥哥的海綿蛋糕，不是海綿寶寶啊，是海綿蛋糕，蠟燭是『空』因為道家說萬物皆空XD
超開心的列，魚哥哥的驚喜，哈哈！
啊……謝謝大家啦。好開心。
還有謝謝6月14日，和易均一起早早離開可是去Nassas吃的壽星午餐。
一個在忙碌於壓力夾雜中度過的20歲生日，老實說，我真的沒有因為有很多很多朋友為我慶祝而很很開心，我是開心，可是因為少了家人，真的，說真的有點空空的。
我只希望，只希望，每天都能開開心心的，然後都順順利利的。
真的好累，雖然不想折磨自己，可是無意中折磨自己。
告訴自己，又長大了，知足常樂，活在當下並且要懂得度身而衣，加油=]
不知道自己還有多少個20年，也不知道下一個生日是怎麼度過，所以很開心今年的生日有你們，我……希望就簡簡單單就好。
Sunday, June 12, 2011
忙裡偷閒的周末（6/3—6/6）
難得周末的時間可以讓自己離開房間，不是要感謝老師沒給報告、作業，而是要感謝我自己懂得選擇暫時性的放下，我不願意繼續折磨自己，在難得還能讓我離開房間的時候，不到外面走走，難道等晚上睡覺時候做夢嗎？哦不，愛玩的本性使我做不到。
也因為周六是學校的畢業典禮，加上太陽看到學長姐畢業超開心然後笑的超級燦爛，整個給人的感覺就是適合外出，只是……嗯，會融化。
一連串讓人很HI的活動從星期五中午開始……
中午好開心因為是端午節的午餐聚會……
我沒有很喜歡吃粽子，不過第一次身在異鄉過節，我是覺得無論如何要去應景一下啦～
雖然中間一直被“暗示”弄到我幾無奈一下……
藝術季!!!
聽說每年都會有的藝術季大遊行，都是很熱鬧的，今年想說就來support下學姐。
我沒有看全程，可是還是覺得當個很HI的路人很開心……
和艷潔、德光、義凱一起，then遇到別的學長姐like子俊、俊明、琳琳&室友們、還有貝平麗和巧麗…………還有很多路人，感覺真的很熱鬧！
啊～大頭、pauline、慧雯他們很sok啊～靚女到~~~～～～!!！！
最嚇人的是幃傑……@@
幃傑，你還好嗎…？你的形像你的打扮我差點就認不出啦，而且那天你超HI的！不過你的表現很棒啦，要加油啦，聽說你等這一天等了好久誒……XD
很贊！（老師說這次很俗氣）
然後晚餐一起去女九吃，我的媽呀，好新鮮的晚餐組合XD
大一足球隊+琳琳、子俊、艷潔&我……
過後，很隨性的，我就這樣跟琳琳去了師大買不會死的花而，要送給台馬足球隊的畢業學長姐
結果……我竟然笨笨的、傻傻的、ngong ngong的，pk了……><
paiseih，嚇到琳琳，不過我其實習慣跌倒了，只是我知道回家洗澡會很刺激XD
結果因為很臨時，所以花的顏色……有點……哈哈是有點geli啦～
回到宿舍，我還要簡單的寫卡片……
星期六，是放晴的一天，太陽的熱情只叫人要融化！
一早，就去總圖等待和學長姐拍畢業照！
啊，快融化了，也沒什麼好說的，看照片吧><
當然還有很多很多很多……
一人一架相機，你看裡面有多少人吧，然後又有很多組合
什麼鯊、什麼同學會、什麼系……bla bla bla……
你說呢？不融化都不行……
過後還去了中文系的播穗典禮，跟中文系的學長姐合照咯！
晚上還去看雨秋的大一製作公演……不錯啦！
不過我還是比較喜歡animation、笑片、武俠片……呵呵，這種有點玄的，常看我會瘋掉。
過後的宵夜時光……有時很歡樂。
整天宵夜，不肥才怪！
好忙XD
星期天的循中會大請假了XD
不過晚上的送舊還是乖乖的出席了，雖然有點汲水，可是還蠻不錯啦！
回來就和zhafit他們去看螢火蟲，同行的還有仁靜、德光和義凱XD
哈哈，聽說台大農場有哦，有點不可思議，於是就覺得去一探究竟～
我們闖入農場裡，還真的看到了螢火蟲！
雖然，雖然沒有kuala Selangor看到的多、也沒有在lanjut看到的漂亮
可是我真的不會忘記這個晚上，我在喧嘩的台北、台大裡發現小小的螢火蟲的那種喜悅！
雖然很少，也沒有很亮很大隻，可是看到第一隻的時候，我們都很興奮，差點要尖叫了！
接著，陸陸續續發現了不少螢火蟲……
zhafit真的跟螢火蟲好像臭氣相投一樣，一捉就捉到了，然後偷偷拍照……
德光就很白痴的好像在捕蝴蝶一樣><”
逗留了一陣子，我們就到生態池，還發現了那隻常在校園碰到的鳥
安安的星空地下，我們盡聊些廢話+作弄那隻鳥（不是我）
哈哈……歡愉的夜晚
這樣餵蚊子，我們也可以餵到1點多，雋彥來了，我們又再一次去看螢火蟲……
哦對了，我說，調虎離山不是人的專利，動物也會XD
真的很搞笑啦～
看了螢火蟲，還去吃宵夜，我2點多才回到宿舍XD
結果……星期一的端午節假期……
就是那種在混沌的狀態下度過的……
是做完了一些作業沒錯……哈哈哈……我真的很厲害浪費時間T^T
也因為周六是學校的畢業典禮，加上太陽看到學長姐畢業超開心然後笑的超級燦爛，整個給人的感覺就是適合外出，只是……嗯，會融化。
一連串讓人很HI的活動從星期五中午開始……
中午好開心因為是端午節的午餐聚會……
我沒有很喜歡吃粽子，不過第一次身在異鄉過節，我是覺得無論如何要去應景一下啦～
雖然中間一直被“暗示”弄到我幾無奈一下……
藝術季!!!
聽說每年都會有的藝術季大遊行，都是很熱鬧的，今年想說就來support下學姐。
我沒有看全程，可是還是覺得當個很HI的路人很開心……
和艷潔、德光、義凱一起，then遇到別的學長姐like子俊、俊明、琳琳&室友們、還有貝平麗和巧麗…………還有很多路人，感覺真的很熱鬧！
啊～大頭、pauline、慧雯他們很sok啊～靚女到~~~～～～!!！！
最嚇人的是幃傑……@@
幃傑，你還好嗎…？你的形像你的打扮我差點就認不出啦，而且那天你超HI的！不過你的表現很棒啦，要加油啦，聽說你等這一天等了好久誒……XD
很贊！（老師說這次很俗氣）
然後晚餐一起去女九吃，我的媽呀，好新鮮的晚餐組合XD
大一足球隊+琳琳、子俊、艷潔&我……
過後，很隨性的，我就這樣跟琳琳去了師大買不會死的花而，要送給台馬足球隊的畢業學長姐
結果……我竟然笨笨的、傻傻的、ngong ngong的，pk了……><
paiseih，嚇到琳琳，不過我其實習慣跌倒了，只是我知道回家洗澡會很刺激XD
結果因為很臨時，所以花的顏色……有點……哈哈是有點geli啦～
回到宿舍，我還要簡單的寫卡片……
星期六，是放晴的一天，太陽的熱情只叫人要融化！
一早，就去總圖等待和學長姐拍畢業照！
啊，快融化了，也沒什麼好說的，看照片吧><
一人一架相機，你看裡面有多少人吧，然後又有很多組合
什麼鯊、什麼同學會、什麼系……bla bla bla……
你說呢？不融化都不行……
過後還去了中文系的播穗典禮，跟中文系的學長姐合照咯！
不過我還是比較喜歡animation、笑片、武俠片……呵呵，這種有點玄的，常看我會瘋掉。
過後的宵夜時光……有時很歡樂。
整天宵夜，不肥才怪！
好忙XD
星期天的循中會大請假了XD
不過晚上的送舊還是乖乖的出席了，雖然有點汲水，可是還蠻不錯啦！
回來就和zhafit他們去看螢火蟲，同行的還有仁靜、德光和義凱XD
哈哈，聽說台大農場有哦，有點不可思議，於是就覺得去一探究竟～
我們闖入農場裡，還真的看到了螢火蟲！
雖然，雖然沒有kuala Selangor看到的多、也沒有在lanjut看到的漂亮
可是我真的不會忘記這個晚上，我在喧嘩的台北、台大裡發現小小的螢火蟲的那種喜悅！
雖然很少，也沒有很亮很大隻，可是看到第一隻的時候，我們都很興奮，差點要尖叫了！
接著，陸陸續續發現了不少螢火蟲……
zhafit真的跟螢火蟲好像臭氣相投一樣，一捉就捉到了，然後偷偷拍照……
德光就很白痴的好像在捕蝴蝶一樣><”
逗留了一陣子，我們就到生態池，還發現了那隻常在校園碰到的鳥
安安的星空地下，我們盡聊些廢話+作弄那隻鳥（不是我）
哈哈……歡愉的夜晚
這樣餵蚊子，我們也可以餵到1點多，雋彥來了，我們又再一次去看螢火蟲……
哦對了，我說，調虎離山不是人的專利，動物也會XD
真的很搞笑啦～
看了螢火蟲，還去吃宵夜，我2點多才回到宿舍XD
結果……星期一的端午節假期……
就是那種在混沌的狀態下度過的……
是做完了一些作業沒錯……哈哈哈……我真的很厲害浪費時間T^T
Friday, June 3, 2011
能者多勞...?!
想說，等下課之後才寫，可是還是決定寧願遲到，也要把這一刻的想法寫下來。
能者多勞
能者的定義為何？
我不知道，但我從來不講自己定義為『能者』
不是不相信自己，總覺得目前的自己很多事情做不好
或許還是那一刻比較的心理
我會覺得，好多人的好多能力還需要自己去學習
『能者』……（笑），不是我。
哈哈，想寫這一篇部落格的原因在於矛盾的心裡。
昨晚循人同學會的會長找我聊，希望我能接受來接會長提名……
Hmmm，坦白地說，我的滿腦子就是『Impossible』『怎麼可能是我』的想法。
我按著良心說話，我對著同學會的感情只屬於還好
幾乎沒什麼活躍於同學會的活動，竟然有人想到我，實在太不可思議了！
從迎新開始，我大概只出席過1、2次聚餐+上次的運動會而已咯
話說我連學長姐也幾乎都不認識……
娃哈哈，我好沒歸屬感。
一開始我就拒絕了，因為……嗯。
好啦，我或許可以稍微明白現在的情況
面臨沒有人願意接受提名，大概就需要這樣地毯式的搜尋、詢問
同學會可能面臨被託管的命運，就算我對他沒什麼感情也會覺得錯愕、可惜
這是一個沒有人希望會發生的事情
拒絕，好像在此時此刻成了見死不救的決定。
除了礙於自認能力不足之外，
我覺得就算我人再好，也好像不太應該為了它，然後熱心的扛下所有的東西
話說回來，我選擇做壞人。
Paiseih，真的。
我對自己接下來大二的學習生活，雖然沒有明確的規劃，但是有對自己的一個預設。
由於目標相當的大，我也不好說，只能說希望自己學得更多，然後能顧好來。
就連自己接下台馬幹事會其中一員的舉動，也讓自己覺得自己好勇敢
以我的能力，自認，沒辦法再去兼顧更多啦
我還學不會妥善的管理時間，我還沒有所謂的擔當。哈哈！
所以，我說不要。
希望真的有心人能站出來解圍吧。
要不然看到這同學會就這樣被改寫命運，真的……
就算是路人，也會覺得可惜。
對自己的想法，其實還是有所保留，只因為不希望會帶來任何一方的不舒服。
尤其是對於這同學會為何如此不活躍
我只是對事，不對人，但或多或少，心情會被影響。
真的paisieh……我也不懂還能把什麼大聲地說出來了。
加油吧=]
能者多勞
能者的定義為何？
我不知道，但我從來不講自己定義為『能者』
不是不相信自己，總覺得目前的自己很多事情做不好
或許還是那一刻比較的心理
我會覺得，好多人的好多能力還需要自己去學習
『能者』……（笑），不是我。
哈哈，想寫這一篇部落格的原因在於矛盾的心裡。
昨晚循人同學會的會長找我聊，希望我能接受來接會長提名……
Hmmm，坦白地說，我的滿腦子就是『Impossible』『怎麼可能是我』的想法。
我按著良心說話，我對著同學會的感情只屬於還好
幾乎沒什麼活躍於同學會的活動，竟然有人想到我，實在太不可思議了！
從迎新開始，我大概只出席過1、2次聚餐+上次的運動會而已咯
話說我連學長姐也幾乎都不認識……
娃哈哈，我好沒歸屬感。
一開始我就拒絕了，因為……嗯。
好啦，我或許可以稍微明白現在的情況
面臨沒有人願意接受提名，大概就需要這樣地毯式的搜尋、詢問
同學會可能面臨被託管的命運，就算我對他沒什麼感情也會覺得錯愕、可惜
這是一個沒有人希望會發生的事情
拒絕，好像在此時此刻成了見死不救的決定。
除了礙於自認能力不足之外，
我覺得就算我人再好，也好像不太應該為了它，然後熱心的扛下所有的東西
話說回來，我選擇做壞人。
Paiseih，真的。
我對自己接下來大二的學習生活，雖然沒有明確的規劃，但是有對自己的一個預設。
由於目標相當的大，我也不好說，只能說希望自己學得更多，然後能顧好來。
就連自己接下台馬幹事會其中一員的舉動，也讓自己覺得自己好勇敢
以我的能力，自認，沒辦法再去兼顧更多啦
我還學不會妥善的管理時間，我還沒有所謂的擔當。哈哈！
所以，我說不要。
希望真的有心人能站出來解圍吧。
要不然看到這同學會就這樣被改寫命運，真的……
就算是路人，也會覺得可惜。
對自己的想法，其實還是有所保留，只因為不希望會帶來任何一方的不舒服。
尤其是對於這同學會為何如此不活躍
我只是對事，不對人，但或多或少，心情會被影響。
真的paisieh……我也不懂還能把什麼大聲地說出來了。
加油吧=]
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